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Post by Drahkk on Oct 25, 2012 6:03:00 GMT -5
Here's Sgt. Thomas, giving orders to one of his subordinates:  And then there's Rhonda's pile of fluff, Tipper. He tries to hunt, but I guess he was taken away from his mother before she really taught him how. If he hears a mouse, he will try to cram his fat self into wherever the noise is coming from. Useless, but funny to watch. We enjoy harassing each other.  And this was Tiger, my best buddy for almost 15 years until his age finally caught up to him this past spring. Instant friends with everybody, Teddy bear, alarm clock, and the best mouser I've ever seen. I still miss him.  MB |
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Post by 12540dumont on Oct 25, 2012 22:56:56 GMT -5
Go Sarge!
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Post by littleminnie on Oct 26, 2012 9:48:58 GMT -5
Awesome this thread has turned into cat pics! ;D
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Post by circumspice on Oct 26, 2012 12:25:10 GMT -5
I like people's furry children pics as much as I like their kid pics! My granddaughter has a "fur brother". They're rarely ever separated, so there's lots of pics of the two together. ;D So keep those pics a comin' folks!  |
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Post by steev on Oct 27, 2012 1:50:55 GMT -5
All things considered, I'm not sure I don't prefer cats to people; they lick their own butts and don't expect anyone else to do it for them.
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Post by littleminnie on Oct 27, 2012 22:14:44 GMT -5
How can you say that about this cutie?  |
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Post by steev on Oct 29, 2012 0:21:26 GMT -5
What did I say that could be unkind to that pretty kitty? It is an animal, as are we, but unlike many of us, it is not in denial of its nature and place in Nature. It's a lot more flexible, too. Did I say that's a bad thing? I think I affirmed its self-reliance.
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Post by littleminnie on Oct 29, 2012 18:01:16 GMT -5
I think most house pets are in denial of their place in nature and what species they are. ;D Especially Scout. He was a bottle fed orphan.  |
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Post by 12540dumont on Oct 29, 2012 19:24:31 GMT -5
Well, here in California, cats do not ride brooms for Halloween. Here's M'Ma Tutsie, fierce female huntress, riding her Vespa. Floats like a butterfly, stings like a wasp. She is the tooth and claw of the farm. She tells everyone what to do and when to do it. Her rightful place in the hierarchy is just above Leo. Yes, she even tells him what to do, something I wouldn't even venture! He calls her "Sweetheart". I can tell by the saccharine dripping from his voice that he doesn't believe it for a minute! Note the one eye, keeping an eye on me. Attachments:
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